You know when you're on holiday, and you're in a shop looking for snack food and there's nothing you recognise? You're staring at langues de chat, or germknoedel, or galettes bretonnes and wondering if they're sweet or savoury. And you buy them and they're always a surprise and slightly strange. And sometimes a bit horrid. Well it's just happened to me here, by proxy. F-, a wonderful chap from Ecuador who is always adventurous and generous, just brought in a packet of scones. And being unfamiliar with them, he offered them like small cakes from the packet. And we ate them, and agreed that they were a bit odd.

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